Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Faust,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.